I am quite good at matching people to perfumes, if I may say so myself. But I am astonishingly bad at knowing what I will like and what I will hate. This is a bit embarrassing for someone who spent a fortune on therapy, where you supposedly get to know yourself better, and also for someone who blogs about perfume.
But what can I say, this inability to divine my likes and dislikes in advance, make for surprising and interesting encounters. I have often heard from other bloggers and perfume friends that my taste is hard to determine. Well, that is probably because I have none.
Or rather – my taste is all over the place and furthermore, it is highly susceptible to change.
So, would you like to hear what this fickle perfume lover discovered lately?
Lipstick Rose was created by Ralf Schwieger in 2000, and includes notes of rose, violet, musk, vanilla, vetiver, and amber.
I love Malle and many of the perfumes in his line. En Passant was my very first niche love, closely followed by L’Eau d’Hiver and Bigarade Concentrée. Over time I explored the line and had samples of all of them at one point.
I had my faves, and there were the shunned ones. Lipstick Rose was definitely a shunned one. Why? I have no idea.
A few weeks ago, I was at the boutique in Vienna that sells Malle perfumes, and – for the sake of thoroughness, nothing else really – I applied Lipstick Rose on my hand. and to my utter astonishment, I immediately fell in love. That is not really grounds for excitement yet, since I tend to do that often and fall out of love just as quickly, but with Lipstick Rose, I remained enamored.
Many lovers and haters of this perfume alike are reminded of pinups, frivolity and general lighthearted feelings associated with blonde hair and lipstick. I think that is underestimating Lipstick Rose.
To me the combination of violet and rose, undeniably retro, undeniably associated with cosmetics in our minds, is something very grown up and elegant. I was expressly forbidden to wear lipstick or any other make up as a teenager. Feeling pretty, being feminine, God forbid even desirable, was a big no-no. That restriction directly resulted in a rebel phase in my twenties when I accumulated lipsticks like there was no tomorrow.
When I apply Lipstick Rose now, it is not carefree and fun, but rather daring and a deliberate gesture of independence.
Lipstick Rose is strong, powerful – in sillage and wear time as well as in character and it delivers a message that only I can hear: You made it. You are your own boss now, and if you want to show the world how pretty you can be, you just do it.
Nothing frivolous about that.